She does not believe the door exists
even though I open it and
show her the other side
and she reluctantly passes through
but she knows she is on the outside
only because she is
and not because of the door
and she is certain she cannot come back in
because she does not believe the door exists.
It is the hour
of the Dark Winter
and my body cools.
Will I sit by the lake of the lotus blooms?
There is nothing like old age to convince one
that present conditions are far superior
to anything the future is sure to offer.
Today finds another Spring
There have been so many
The worst days are behind me
And only my End remains
But Today finds another Spring
In my solitary life,
what I do is no longer important.
What I am not doing is.
Those who profess to know
warned of heavy rain this morning.
and the neighborhood squirrels
are out preparing for the cold to come.
(The Next Day)
The cold rains are here
and the squirrels huddle in their nests
and the little black dog and I
watch by the half-opened door
as we, according to our own natures,
become as one with the squirrels.
Lingering night time cool
A warm afternoon.
Two old men meet in passing.
acknowledging each other’s existence.
They continue on.
Sunlight streams through the window.
Sleeping dog yips at in intruder in her dreams.
When she awakens, the threat will be gone.
When I awaken, will the dog be gone?